Hark! th' Archangel's trump is sounding

1Hark! th' Archangel's trump is sounding, Solemn tones break on the ear; Louder now its echoes bounding, All the earth astonished hear: Hallelujah! Christ our Saviour doth appear.

2See the righteous dead are waking, Coming forth from their abode; Light resplendent o'er them breaking— Jesus Christ appears their God: Hallelujah! They have found the promise true.

3Now the happy throng in union Rise to meet their coming Lord; Joyfully they hail communion, Endless praise to their great reward. Hallelujah! Praise his gracious name and word.

4Freed from every pain and sorrow, Every tear is wiped away; No forebodings of a morrow Dark and fearful—all is day! Day forever, With the saints, a blissful day.